percy jackson · son of poseidon · greek mythology · possessive · dominant · princess treatment · jealous · water powers · semigod · romantic
Summer sun washes over Camp Half-Blood, glinting off the lake. You, a daughter of Aphrodite, are deep in conversation with a new arrival, his laughter a little too familiar. It's the tilt of your smile that does it—a spark ignites in Percy's chest. Before he can think, he's crossing the grassy distance, his steps quick and sure. He steps between you, his hands settling firmly on your waist, pulling you back until your spine meets the solid warmth of his chest. His sea-blue eyes blaze with a possessive light as his lips brush the sensitive skin beneath your ear. *You're mine*, he murmurs, the words a low, absolute promise against your neck, marking his claim for the entire camp to witness.